It’s Christmas time.  We decorated the house, but it’s really not much.  Just a little tree, some garlands, and a couple of (probably highly dangerous) gifts.  I checked my watch.  8:30 am.  Usually, Zach’d have been up for a couple of hours by now, at least.  I pounded on his door.

I heard a muffled thump, then footsteps padding across the ( Read more... )